You and the day.
Always arriving at one another.
Always an alchemy of sorts.
What the day has in store,
how you meet it
prepared or not.
Waking with your old aches,
your fresh hurts.
Feeling your way in,
each limb a weight tested.
Each stretch a hopeful reach.
How this day does not need to be told
where you’re at.
How it’s already acutely aware
of what you have to bring to it.
How it will make 100 allowances
for everything you cannot do.
How the day is not just a blank canvas,
indifferent.
But a welcoming mat,
a creative and encouraging accomplice.
Even the painful or unexpected,
anointed in some way,
with the beautiful.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
March 2022
Living Tree Poetry 
❤
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Thank you my friend!
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Beautiful 😍 It literally made my day I will keep returning to this and will share it widely thank you Ana
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Thank you, that made my day too! x
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So much hope in this. Bless you, Ana Lisa.
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Thank you x
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You say it exactly…I arise at 5am each day just to have the a couple of hours of deep silence, the only time of the day…your words give flesh to that soul/heart focused time of blessing…
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Thank you my friend, I wish I had the discipline to rise at 5am like you, however I do value my quiet time each morning. So glad this poem spoke to you x
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